Can intelligence be explained by physics? Can we point to an asymptotic build of elementary particles?

Could it be ideas do not have limits? The complexity from their composites cloaking the repetition in articles.

I guess what I am pondering is, can genius simply be an eternal dive into a domain?

To produce a thousand iterative answers while the question has simultaneously remained the same.

Does an obsession with musical notes teach one to notice rhythm in thunder?

Is it irrelevant to know and more productive to wonder?

Was the renaissance the use of numbers to write, colors to add, and an abundance of letters to spend?

It could be genius is simply the perfection of a lens, looking through said lens, and seeing the earth begin to bend.

Isolation is no friend to intimacy but to deviate you have to simultaneously love and ignore your peers.

My most difficult moment as well as biggest breakthrough was in a mirror asking “having you done so any of these past years?”

Now, this is something no one likes to hear so I evaluate my own life and none else.

Proceeding to ask myself if my path looks like everyone around me, how could It be this is my true self?

Easy choices, hard life. Hard choices, easy life. This is how It goes see.

There are multiple choices & if mine matches the class, I know how hard the test will be.

Man exists outside of time or space, why should time dictate seas of temperament?

A grateful, fulfilled, and at peace mind begins to show symptoms of a forgetful sentiment.

I should not know what day was before me if the world was not obsessed with thee.

The only conditions that influences thou’s outlook is if thou doesn’t continue to breathe.

No woman fears labor if she feels It aligns with her birth.

Of course, I understand how dreadful a Monday can be if freedom was signed away to be cloaked on earth.

100 degrees in Puerto Rico.
I'm Bahamian, it isn't  to hot for me though.
I'll just say there's no end.
Because I don't know where to begin.
I win, look at my best friend, her circle's thin but custom made delicacies usually don't fit in.
I mean when I pray your name comes before mine.
I'm blessed, I'm good, I'm asking God when it's gonna be your time.
Her voice sounds like answered prayers.
Personality so capturing you want to keep her company for years.
Elevator love, up and down, we go through it.
I might have to propose one day, you deserve so much & I just don't trust anyone else to do it.
All these memories in my head that's why I talk like this.
They call me cocky, but blame my best friend that's why I walk like this.

Haven’t written, I’ve lacked inspiration.
So much red pen & forced erasing.
We never out grow bad grades. We never outgrow mistakes.
& only thieves are happy because happiness is something you have to take.
Usually planted alone because photos, sins, and this don’t help me grow.
No one’s perfect, yet I’m obsessed with being close.
& what ever that space is will keep people close to me.
Long after I’m gone they’ll still choose me because of who I chose to be.

Be cautious of what you dish out & what you take.
Things should just flow, know the difference between a river and a lake.
One has a destination, a purpose, the other is just sitting there being convenient.
& some people are like lakes, they'll say they can take you places but it's impossible for them to mean it.
If you're a river just be aware of the people that are so much like all the boats that transport stuff.
Those people who wipe their tears with your flaws,  you know the ones who have to push you down a little bit so they can stay up.
Never be scared to asked "what is it", "where are we", or "where are we going".
Because growth is the only evidence of life,  you're probably dead if you're not growing.

I express what I'm feeling because to compress emotion is to request self destruction.
Say what you feel, share what you feel, there is no right or wrong, no proper instruction.
I release toxic emotions they poor out through vivid imagery & after I'm able to function.
My emotions blend together like a gumbo, one leading to the other & so forth, a fervent conjunction.

My mind has turned novel, Jekyll on the left, Hyde on the right.

Creativity commingling with science, to create what’s right when I write.

Oh my that’s not proper? But is It art? The artist draws the line, the scientist says where.

Am I a victim? With my ideas carouselling with my education is my mind fair?

As you labor away remember the best smoothies have multiple fruits.

Yet; they made us think we had to choose one or the other during our youths.

Executive, Poet, mathematician, I can go over your head or pitch It underhand.

Science helps us understand the world but art creates a world we can understand.

When life gives you Lemons be thankful because nobody in life is going to give you anything, not even lemons.

Fishers understand the water is thinner than the sky when they finally look up.
I’m not fishing, I’m the bait that put my hooks up.
It’s not that I’m impatient or that I couldn’t wait.
It’s actually the opposite, I wasted to much time at the lake.
I keep myself fed just in case one swims by that may catch my eye.
But this one I was so proud of so I ate my pride.
I feel like we have all taken a boat down that same double lapped route.
It’s like being disciplined in the casino all day but the one time you gamble you still crap out.
I know that’s how my best friend feels, she’s tired of being disturbed by every long John silver.
But life is about balance, there’s a grateful Reciever for every generous giver.
I know that’s easier said when your stomach is growling & you’re fishing for relief.
but catching what you need is much better than a constant catch & release.

They don’t tell the whole story.
Every hero sounds like a villain if you withhold the glory.
They don’t talk about how the effort was never reciprocated.
Always how you left, never how it was instigated.
Condemned off the short when you were perfect for so long.
They know they can’t actually relate to those songs.
When you made their dreams come true, where was all this regret?
Truth is a bad person Is easier to forget.
Every time I’ve been demonized I left a high bar.
& not one person has found a replacement to meet It so far.
Remember a person at peace doesn’t make a sound.
& most good people aren’t appreciated until they’re not around.

Starting to believe I wasn't I meant for loving.

Everyone I care for, the emotion ends up being evicted & the population reduced to nothing

I sit the ones that love me on a slide and push until they can't hold on or sit any longer.

I see the ones I love at the bottom of hopeful slides & fall irresponsibly, faster and faster, the feeling getting stronger and stronger.

Now here I am again, loving another, loving you, & you don't want that, another smile I must part ways with.

I sit on a playground, laying in a sand box of my hearts sediments dampened by my tears, can't believe it took me this long to realize Love probably isn't the best thing to play with.

Well, such an embarrassment are the occasions when my ego grasps and glides my pen.

But I grow increasingly frustrated with confusion between those who buy eggs and those who raise hens.  

With a line of support, the ego immediately looks to those who doubt.

In my freshmen season, there were flashes of talent but none that should alarm the scouts.

But you see, I’ve closed the gyms, I’ve exhausted the film, I’ve crammed & crammed for standardized tests.

If that wasn’t enough, I’ve dramatically reduced physical labor, emphasizing recovery and rest.

The freshman has been dismissed as crazy, irrational, behind the curve, the new inferior peer.

Which is fine, long as no one should cry uncle or play victim my senior year.

I go to a gym to run and lift.
After I feel weaker rather than stronger.
I eat for nutrition.
After the meal I feel sluggish and sleepy.
Weakness is a prerequisite of Strength.

Life is a book where we’re surrounded with pages, where should we look?

The hardest memories are the ones you cherish but regret the route you took.

Whether we look back, up, or forward, what we wrote brought the story to now.

As I say, intelligence is measured by attaining one’s desires, what is less important than how.

I don’t know how to write my story, I don’t know if I’ll love what I read, but the book will grow.

Maybe gravity makes heights so hard because all the good things are found when we’re low?

Nonetheless, I feel my life is a book where the pages are in a river, I’m no longer fighting the flow.

and maybe someday down the road I’ll sit back and say to myself, “yeah I thought so.”

How do we know Jesse doesn’t live anymore?

Is reincarnation something we still explore?

What religion can describe me?

Preachers preach what I’m working on like God called ahead to prescribe me.

Speculating isn’t racing, don’t be first or last.

Speed can be achieved if you perfect how you step on gas.

There’s so much obsession with the internet but I’m not into that.

Favored on the books, they betting on me & I’m not winning yet.

I have to make up for It, Lord knows I stepped on to many cracks.

The trades look like he was black, like Livermore back.

Far too often they tell us we need to learn to be alone.
As if we haven't spent countless hours haunted by our own thoughts in motionless homes.
We know how to be & if we need to we can.
But there are things in life that are simply better when you're holding a hand.
Yes, the movie is good either way but it's amplified seeing their reaction next to yours.
The recipe doesn't change because they're there but the food somehow tastes better hearing their fork.
At first it was all selfish but we pray for them too so now we never forget to drop to our knees.
It was a good workout alone but with them you burned a few extra calories.
Yes we know how to be alone but we'll choose to hold a hand any day.
& honestly, God is always with us, we can never truly be alone any way.

Internal satisfaction makes you a presentation that doesn't require zoom to show.

I like everything in my life a size too large so I have room to grow.

I dream of buying houses quickly, a life that I'll call rooms to go.

Some flowers take time, I'm a lily, please wait on the bloom to show.

She told me she didn't believe in God, a cataract to seeing eye to eye.

Now that I'm working on an empath, she understands my feelings & is willing to try.

Weird how money can change your beliefs if you believe in it too much.

All of sudden love languages morph from quality time and words of affirmation to physical touch.

The prideful and independent suddenly break their legs to welcome a crutch.

Even a hygienist can forget that last thing that should be in your mouth at night is your tooth brush.

It heavily burdens my heart when I see people neglect and disrespect their parents.
Do you know the pain you'd feel if you were forced to live without them? No? Let me share it.
In a hospital that feels more Siberian than the rest, you feel your chest flood with boiling fluid & it feels like the entire world is sitting on your shoulders.
A pain you are coerced to endure, at the time of introduction the idea of it eventually passing seems impossible & you begin to wish your life was over.
That's pain because I'm absolutely petrified of death, I have panic attacks of my eyes closing never to gaze at daylight another day.
At this moment all fear vacates your core because you realize there is no greater threat in this realm greater than losing a parent this way.
Parent, Parent, I stress parent because this is someone that didn't just conceive you but raised you, structured your essence and identity with love poured into hard labor.
So when you're yelling at your mom for some foolish petty thing, earthly things in life that don't even matter, imagine staring at her with pain thriving in her soul and knowing there's not a thing you can do to save her.
Imagine having siblings, Seven older than you, all criminals and the worse of badly influenced adolescences. Imagine them all dropping out, nobody older than you graduates high school.
Imagine looking up to this at the age 13 & 14 selling drugs, carrying pistols and walking over people, inviting violence because to you this is what the ones you looked up to made seem cool.
Imagine how disappointed a God fearing father is of his sons, that they aren't off to colleges to glorify his name & bring joy and pride to his heart.
& imagine all of your siblings on the streets poor or in the confinements of jail, and you yourself gang affiliated when it's time for his soul to part.
Imagine staring into their eyes and regretting every argument, every disrespectful phrase, & you would give all these things up you thought you wanted just for them to have one more day.
Imagine your savior, your angel laying decaying and they feel no pain toward their own existence but the only thing that troubles them is will their babies be okay?
Imagine God stepping into your life, placing you in a better environment, purifying your heart, you become kind, loving, respectful, intelligent, everything your dad dreamed of, you bust your *** to be it.
Imagine being the first of his kids to graduate, imagine signing a division 1 scholarship, imagine being the first in the family ever to go to college & becoming an
All-American and your biggest supporter, biggest fan, the person that gave you the life you live isn't even there to ******* see it!
If all this isn't enough pain for you to realize how much you should cherish your parents, how you should appreciate any day spent with them over some meaningless party, how disrespect should never be catapulted in their direction, & how if it is you should immediately apologize.
You'll soon wake up and look at life different & cherish every single person you care about, cause on top of the pain you're experiencing at the loss of a parent, your pain will be oh so amplified when you have to hold the other parent for months and years whipping tears from their eyes.

"Losing a Parent" -Dash Pinder

Nightmares are just dreams we’ve lost.
Paranoia is the side effect of us being told happiness has a cost.
So the bad feels comfortable & what feels right scares.
You’re a dream & lost dreams are nightmares.
We close our ears to the sounds, pull away from the touch.
I could stay in this sauna for hours, & not sweat as much.
As much as when you’re around.
Embarrassed I go to a forest, they say things that fall there don’t make a sound.
When we’re grown there aren’t any night lights and Teddy bears.
& even though I’m scared I still choose to dream nightmares.

How do I know when I’ve reached my mind?

Such intelligence is not something you build but a substance you find.

Enlightenment is found on a retreat from sustained ignorance and conformity.

No separation can be made on a common path followed for such a path is taken normally.

How do I know when I’ve had my day?

Acceptance of uncertainty, to surf is to be constantly prepared, should this be my wave.

Gravity is the same irrespective of perception, views created by man attach balloons to the grounded.

The day you look like you’ve lost your mind to the masses, you’ve finally found It.

What if we put in adult movies all the messages we see in kids tales? In all the animation?

We create these rules and guidelines with well intention but become prisoners to this lamination.

Can an adult return to a child like cerebral at will? This is my life’s fascination.

Should more attention be paid to my imagination than my reality? A question worth serious consideration.

With the answer being a resounding yes, I find myself here in the physical realm less.

For I am now top of Everest, dipping in the Amazon, in a Yoga studio of south Japan beginning to stretch.

Or maybe I jump around the multiverse, forgetting my profession, maybe I’m a sculptor, what is my age?

Perhaps my lyrics have touched the masses, I stare in awe at them singing from a Boston stage.

“Raris & Rovers , these girls love The Clover

I paid them back what they loaned her, now her stressing is over.”

I could no longer persuade myself to endure the pain.
I would drive a knife through my soul until it pierced the coldest edges of my heart so it would never beat again.
In my mind laid inestimable secrets, knowledge that bled from my romantic wounds & It would be selfish to carry this jewel with me to the journey above.
Previously abandoned by the soul I should be with, I felt my essence had been stolen, & as I laid on arctic rose peddles dying I now knew the answer to her repetitive question, "What is Love?"
Love is a gamble, a casino incased by a plethora of overwhelming emotions in which bets are not negotiable, you have to be all in.
You either win treasures you've only witnessed in fantasies or lose all that is you & fall into the darkest corners of your most horrendous nightmares & watch your spirit deplete from within.
Love is going to a restaurant & saying you're not hungry because you only have enough money for her to get every thing she wants to eat.
It's gazing upon God's greatest gift to me, drowning in those chestnut eyes, & to be hungry no more because the sight of her bliss is a taste that indescribably sweet.
Love is sitting and watching Pretty Little Liars when the second round of the NBA playoffs is on with the largest of attitudes & her happiness overwrites your own distaste.
It's not caring who's around, staring into her eyes like seeing my first car for the first time & never wanting to look away, to feel no shame to express my affection and gratitude for her in any place.
Love is a change of currency in which forgiveness becomes more valuable than pride, & sometimes even forgiveness isn't enough to cover the debt. Love truly is a gamble that can leave your pockets, soul, and amorous heart sore.
The absence of love can lead you to desire an absence from life, with knife in hand & tears of aura descending from my eyes I drive the blade through my aching heart & Strange, it hurts no more.

Love is.. -Dash Pinder

Can holding a note replace holding a hand?

Can a record catch help the fisherman forget the mistakes he made on land?

Heart broken, we turn to our talents. Consumed with pain, It seems better to be self absorbed.

Have the achievements ever helped with forgetting the ones you adored?

Promotions justify neglect, an increase in earnings helps with overlooking that which you’re losing.

Celebrating the purchase of new house drowns out the fact you must keep moving.

There’s a new PR, you’ve made partner, the shot went in, the Mercedes surely does ride smooth.

Reality would be perfect if these things really did soothe.

Truth is though, you run there because this place, these things, make you feel like enough.

For a moment it feels like the talent, the success, replaced all the love.

As usual I awake, open my phone & observe a virtual world full of my peers Opinions.
But the things I'm seeing & hearing today, this time I can't sit back and listen.
When someone points out your negative habits, you rebel, utter "this is my life" & that's it. Nobody ever budges.
Same Love becomes legalized, & you're offended? People who feel so alone, now have some light shed into a tunnel of hiding and depression & I see a shortage on law degrees but an abundance of judges.
I've watched my generation, friends I've had from childhood drown and disintegrate in sin you guys praise, Hallucinogens, violence, theft, disrespect, *** antecedent to matrimony, all these things you same judges promote.
Now today, people with blunts in their grips, blood on their hands, with children despite lack of marriage, but more importantly people we allow to live their lives and be happy want to condemn others for being happy makes me sick, puts a disgusting blockade in my throat.
Gay love is love too & they deserve the same smiles you have. A gay woman once tutored me to pass a much needed course, a gay guy one returned my wallet when I thought I was surely going to hurt for weeks, I have so many stories.
God is the ultimate judge & we will all be judged for our sins. I just feel like there's so many things wrong with this world today, two people being happy should be the least of our worries.

Love Wins -Dash Pinder

Can we get away?
Hop on a plane fueled by my avidity to gaze into those indigo eyes & "lay paralyzed next to me today.
We're so in sync we have yet to quarrel, lay in my bed & watch how I drop to my knees and for you I pray.
This sensation the miles can't separate, my twin in spirit it's implausible we were born on separate dates. I'm spinning in circles around Olympus on heaven's skates, my soul has flourished impatient & I can't wait.
Can we get away?

I think she's 6'1, I think about her from one to six then six to one.
Ironically she exceeds the highest standards, the bar is set, key qualities she's missing none.
She's like when the cover catches your eye and all of a sudden you can't put down the book.
When she walks in the room I get stiff as if "Andy" was written at the bottom of my foot.
I've got a pretty cold heart but in the news they're always saying climate change is coming.
If only the weather man could tell me when she'll get here & how long she'll stay, I can't stop wondering?
The best things in life are worth the wait.
She needs to live some more, be free and soar, doesn't need more on her plate.
I've felt before but those emotions were killing me.
This? I could feel this for infinity.

"Am I in love with you?" "Or am I in love with the feeling?"
Everytime I look at you, can't help but wonder what you're feeling.
Hidden thoughts come through, & the cloak that once hid them is peeling.
Don't know what to do, should love ever be a secret?
Your past is hurting you, and sometimes I swear I feel it.
When I look at you, I stare into a picture of you kissing me.
I will never speak the truth, what if all the magic's in the mystery?

I have to stop giving love with the expectation of reciprocation.
I fill people up and they just let me down like precipitation.
My checks divide all type of ways & I don’t get dependent breaks.
I hope everyone knows you can’t be genuine while defending fakes.
I’ll never understand why a big heart is met with a bigger knife.
I’m constantly under attack by women so lonely they need a sister wife.
****** from someone who’s forced to invest because everyone else leaves stressed.
Selfish people who look out for themselves with advice hidden as what’s best.
If you can’t reach your goals, how could your comments reach me.
If you experienced but failing freshmen classes, what could you teach me?

It's 5am & Ive never felt more awake.
Every time she leaves, my heart she takes.
But she lays with me now & im drowning in excitement and joy.
My heart pounds and my stomach dances like a prom masquerade as if I'm a 13 year old boy.
I treasure these nights, & when God shuts off the lights, I know it's time for me to stare into those mesmorizing autumn eyes.
The pleasure is right, she holds me tights, & I dread her leaving again at the first evidence  of sunrise.